I said to him tenderly: "Do you mean that these sweet children shall never have any help from their father to get to Heaven ?" He was deeply moved, and in a month that man became an active member of my church.

He was glued to me in affection for all the remainder of his useful life.

On a cold winter evening I made a call on a wealthy merchant in New York.

As I left his door, and the piercing gale swept in I said, "What an awful night for the poor!" He went back, and bringing to me a roll of bank bills, he said: "Please hand these, for me, to the poorest people you know of." After a few days I wrote to him, sending him the grateful thanks of the poor whom his bounty had relieved, and added: "How is it that a man who is so kind to his fellow creatures has always been so unkind to his Saviour as to refuse Him his heart ?" That sentence touched him in the core.

He sent for me immediately to come and converse with him.